Thursday, May 18, 2017

Our new backyard

We went for a walk Saturday in the 'hood.  Our new home is actually in a sweet village not far from the edge of town. Reportedly we will have bears, deer, and turkey in our yard this fall.  Wonder what the dogs will do? 

Oh and tucked away on Main Street, there is a Sewing Machine Repair Shop.  I haven't yet checked it out.  Someday, next time we go.

We have another ten months or so here.  I am still employed and we must sell our home here.  Then we will be on our way. 

In a week or so I will head out to the Shop and cull and sort the remaining stash.  I have a lovely 15-91 in need of a motor rewire.  I would love to dig into that.  Much needed therapy.  I think I will transport that one to our new place and sell it there.  There is a paucity of good Singers in the new neck of the woods. 

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Moving On...

We are moving.  Fortunately, our new home is smaller, closer to family and in a village.  That means that as soon as I finish my treatments we will list this house for sale.

The property comes with 10 acres and five outbuildings (not including the outhouse, we might take that with us): a single car garage, a large workshop with a studio apartment, a small two story barn (could work as another garage, with finished space above) a garden shed and a sauna.

I can't take all of my sewing machines so I will be rehoming some of them.  In the meantime, we are working furiously to get this place market ready.  I should say that Steven is working furiously.  I work as much as I can.  Chemo gets me and I still have a job so there isn't much left.

It's been a great place to live.  We have a wonderful community here.  It's time to move.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017


 I sold this machine over the weekend.  I am sorry to see it go but I have never used it and I need the cash for medical bills. 

It had a very smooth treadle action; much smoother than my Singer treadle stands.  I am sure that it will be well loved in its new home.  I understand it will be a birthday present for someone.  Sweet.

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Wheeler and Wilson No. 8

I bought a recliner.  I know.  Please don't think less of me.  I wanted one.  I have cancer.  I deserve one.  It is a lovely, sea-foam green, leather recliner.  It is comfort defined.

We didn't have room for it.  Not that the chair is that large.  Rather, our rooms are small and filled with sewing machines.  The museum had to go.  We moved the antiques (Howe, W&G and W&W) out to the repair shop; for now.  On a lark, I listed the Wheeler and Wilson yesterday.  Today I sold it.
Just like that.  Hooray for me.

Here you go, Linda! (See comment below)

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Thank you Denmark

Click the link. (Sip the ad, though the one with the unicorn farting was kind of cute)

 You may have seen this on Facebook.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

OFF TOPIC (but very relevant to our times)

 I can't go.  DC is a bus ride away and there is a bus going.  I won't be on it.  Too many crowds, too much risk for EXPOSURE to infection.  The March falls on day 4 of my first cycle of therapy.  SIGH

I will attend our local event.  Women's rights are human rights.  I want to stand up  and join in the resistance.  What  is happening in our country is morally reprehensible.  This is no longer political.  This is not about ideology.  This is about saving our Republic: One Nation, Indivisible with Liberty and Justice for ALL.  ( Plege of allegience history)

For those reading this who want to read about sewing machines, likely I will get back to them, sometime.  After all I am addicted.

I don't want to run on and on here about my resistance journey and the little "l"  so I am starting a different blog.  Living with Lymphoma in the Time of Trump

In the meantime:

Oh, and PS  I sewed on Sunday afternoon.  I sat at my beloved 201-1 and stitched away.  The butt is better and I could sit comfortably for the first time in 6 weeks.  Maybe tomorrow before therapy I can sew again.  I have missed it.